Dear Saviour, we would know thy love

1Dear Saviour, we would know thy love Which yet no measure knows; For is it not the source of all From these salvation flows.

2Pain would we strike the golden harp, And wear the promised crown; And at thy feet while bending low, Would sing what grace hath done.

3Then leave us not in this dark world, At strangers long to roam; Come, Lord, and take us to thyself, Come, Jesus, quickly come.